The Flowering Tree
By Xi Murong
So that we could meet
At the height of my beauty
For this
I prayed to Buddha for 500 years
I pleaded that we might meet in this life
And so he made me a tree
Growing by the way you would take
In the sunlight
Carefully blooming
Each petal my past life's desire
When you come by
Please carefully listen
To the quivering leaves
It is my yearning passion
And when you finally go
Without even a glimpse
My friend
Upon the ground behind you
Are not fallen petals but the fragments of my heart
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